Black wool coat. Blade at the throat. Wax drips red. Dog's head. Broom made of birch. Fistful of salt. I sweep out the filth. Correct every fault. The road is white. The sky is bone. We ride as one — I'm never alone. Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! The red seal bleeds in sight! Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! The bell tolls left and right! I am the cord, I am the sword, I am the weight of the sovereign word! Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! We take the night! Bathhouse steam. Birch switch sting. Silver cup. Broken ring. Merchant's lip split. Ledger bloody. Domes flash. Widow's silence. The road is white. The sky is bone. We ride as one — I'm never alone. Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! The red seal bleeds in sight! Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! The bell tolls left and right! I am the cord, I am the sword, I am the weight of the sovereign word! Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! We take the night! Under the icon, I flinch alone. I whisper the words I was told to forget. But I wore the fur. I took the oath. Now every blessing tastes of rust. The mother's prayer. The frozen mark. The road that splits the dark. Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! The red seal bleeds in sight! Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! The bell tolls left and right! I am the cord, I am the sword, I am the weight of the sovereign word! Burn! Sweep! Bite! Burn bright! We take the night! Burn. Sweep. Bite. The road is white.
